From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 732: When Jealousy Attacks the Wrong Person (part two)
Micah adjusted his grip with visible effort as he continued dragging Clyde’s considerable weight down the staircase that led toward the lower level of the establishment. The alternative route had been suggested by the young man walking beside him, a quieter passage typically reserved for individuals who preferred to avoid unnecessary attention.
"This way is usually kept for well-known guests," the young man explained in a light, pleasant tone as he guided Micah along the corridor. "People who do not wish to be recognised too easily. It is more convenient."
He paused briefly before adding, with a small, almost shy smile, "By the way, my name is Yao Tianming. ’Yao’ as in dazzle, and ’Tianming’ meaning heavenly brightness."
Micah, though preoccupied with the weight leaning heavily against his shoulder, could not help but glance at him from the corner of his eye.
Yao Tianming. Even his name sounded... beautiful.
There was something about the way it rolled off the tongue, soft yet luminous, that seemed entirely fitting for his appearance. In that brief moment, Micah realised that the young man had likely recognised him earlier. Or perhaps he had recognised Clyde. Either possibility seemed plausible given their public exposure.
Regardless, Micah found himself feeling unexpectedly grateful.
"What a lovely name," Micah replied, his tone warm and sincere despite the strain evident in his posture. "I’m Micah Ramsy. You can call me Brother Micah."
He allowed a faint smile to form before continuing, deliberately softening his voice as he added, "Thank you for helping me, Xiao Ming."
The affectionate nickname slipped out without hesitation, entirely natural to him.
The young man blinked, clearly surprised for a brief second, before his expression brightened into a genuine grin. There was no discomfort, no rejection, only quiet acceptance.
They continued forward, eventually reaching the rear exit of the establishment. The lighting here was dimmer, and the noise from the main hall was significantly reduced. A sense of privacy settled over the area.
Yao Tianming raised his hand and signalled toward a man standing nearby.
The individual in question was noticeably large in stature, his build solid and imposing. He wore a well-fitted suit that did little to conceal the strength beneath it. His presence alone suggested that he served as a bodyguard or security personnel.
Micah observed him briefly before returning his attention to the young man beside him.
"Do you have transportation arranged for your return, Brother Micah?" Yao Tianming asked.
There was a softness in the way he addressed him that did not go unnoticed.
Micah felt his mood lift almost immediately. Ah... he truly liked the way that sounded.
There was something endearing about being addressed in such a manner by someone like him. A pleasant warmth settled in his chest, accompanied by an entirely inappropriate thought...
He wanted to take this person home.
Before that thought could develop further, Clyde shifted abruptly, releasing a low, incoherent sound.
Micah’s expression changed instantly.
The warmth disappeared, replaced by mild irritation as he turned his gaze toward the man slumped heavily against him.
Right. He was still stuck with this one.
The sharp scent of alcohol rose from Clyde’s clothes, unpleasant and intrusive, immediately souring Micah’s earlier mood.
"No," Micah replied, addressing Yao Tianming once more, his tone returning to something more composed. "I was in a hurry when I left, so I did not arrange anything in advance. However, there is no need for concern. I can contact the family driver."
Yao Tianming considered this for a brief moment before shaking his head slightly.
"In that case, allow me to take you back," he said gently. "Staying like this for too long wouldn’t be good for your health."
Micah hesitated for only a fraction of a second. His shoulder was already beginning to ache from supporting Clyde’s weight, the strain becoming increasingly noticeable.
In the end, practicality won.
"Then I will trouble you," he said.
The large man stepped forward without hesitation. With practised ease, he took hold of Clyde and lifted him as though his weight posed no difficulty whatsoever. There was nothing gentle about the action; Clyde was deposited into the back seat of the vehicle with complete indifference.
Micah watched the scene unfold and could not suppress the faint curve of amusement that tugged at his lips. Serves him right. Who had asked him to go drinking alone?
Without the slightest trace of guilt, Micah entered the vehicle and settled into the seat beside Clyde. Moments later, Yao Tianming joined him, positioning himself comfortably on the other side.
As the vehicle began to move, the atmosphere inside shifted into something unexpectedly calm. Micah turned slightly toward Yao Tianming, curiosity taking over.
"Did I interrupt your plans for the evening?" he asked.
Clyde’s head wobbled unsteadily before dropping against Micah’s shoulder. The impact was heavy, but Micah barely reacted. He reached up absentmindedly, giving Clyde’s cheek a light pat, his attention never leaving the young man beside him.
Yao Tianming shook his head. "Not at all," he replied. "I was already feeling somewhat bored. I do not particularly enjoy spending time in bars. However, that establishment belongs to a few of my friends, so I visit occasionally to support them."
Micah nodded thoughtfully. "You are a very considerate friend," he said.
The conversation continued, light and effortless.
The more Micah observed him, the more he found himself appreciating the young man’s presence. There was a certain balance to him, gentle in temperament, attentive in conversation, and undeniably pleasing in appearance.
An idea began to form. Slowly at first, then with increasing clarity. This person... Would be perfect for Darcy. The thought settled firmly in his mind.
Yao Tianming possessed all the qualities that Micah believed Darcy needed, kindness, patience, and a calm and understanding nature. Combined with his appearance, which could only be described as striking, he seemed almost ideal.
Micah’s eyes lit up slightly. Without hesitation, he initiated the exchange of contact information, ensuring that their paths would cross again in the future.
By the time the vehicle came to a stop, Micah stepped out with Clyde in tow, feeling unexpectedly satisfied.
Dragging Clyde toward the elevator proved to be far less enjoyable.
His earlier energy began to wane, replaced by physical exhaustion. Sweat formed along his forehead as he struggled to maintain balance, his grip tightening as Clyde’s weight shifted unpredictably.
One fortunate aspect, however, was that Clyde, even in his intoxicated state, remained relatively manageable. There was no violent resistance, no unpleasant behaviour, only a passive, almost docile compliance.
Micah finally reached the penthouse. The moment the door closed behind him, he released his hold. Clyde collapsed onto the floor. Micah followed shortly after, dropping down with far less grace.
He leaned back against the cold surface, breathing heavily as he attempted to recover. The strain was undeniable.
The recent surgery had weakened him more than he had anticipated. There had been a time when he could move effortlessly, carrying significant weight like Leo without difficulty, jumping between balconies. Now, even this much exertion left him fatigued.
He exhaled slowly. His gaze shifted toward Clyde, who lay motionless nearby.
The earlier surge of jealousy had completely dissipated. In its place, a faint sense of guilt emerged.
Perhaps... he had been too harsh. Perhaps his actions had driven Clyde to this state.
Micah frowned slightly as memories surfaced, scenes from past lives, encounters that had always begun in similar environments. He met Clyde in the bar every time. It seemed...Clyde had always been drawn to such places.
Micah’s expression hardened slightly. That was precisely why he needed to keep a close watch.
He did not wish to repeat what had occurred tonight. The discomfort in his shoulders served as a clear reminder.
After resting for a short while, Micah pushed himself upright and moved toward the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water and drank slowly.
Halfway through, he paused. Something did not feel right. His eyes narrowed slightly as suspicion crept in.
Could Clyde truly be so... defenceless? A man of his standing, left alone in a public place, without protection? Where were his bodyguards?
Micah turned his head, his gaze settling on Clyde’s unmoving figure. If this had been intentional...If Clyde had deliberately allowed this situation to unfold...
A slow, dangerous smile formed on Micah’s lips.
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Meanwhile, Darcy had already traced the man’s movements through the surveillance system.
He followed discreetly, maintaining a safe distance as the man exited the taxi and approached a deteriorating apartment complex. The building was old, poorly maintained, its exterior marked by neglect.
Darcy memorised the location immediately.
Without lingering, he instructed the driver to change direction, heading toward his own residence instead of the Ramsy estate.
Once inside his room, he wasted no time. His equipment was activated, screens lighting up as he began gathering information.
The image he had seen earlier remained vivid in his mind.
A photograph. Ilyas. Held in a manner that was... deeply unsettling. It had to be photoshopped.
Darcy’s instincts had reacted immediately.
He was sure he had found the one who was responsible for Ilyas demise.
Now, looking at the result, he felt nauseated. The data before him confirmed his instincts. The man had a history. Multiple charges. Assault. Each case dismissed due to insufficient evidence.
A bitter smile touched Darcy’s lips. In the end, it had been Micah who had unknowingly led him to the truth. All this time, he had searched without success. And now... The answer had presented itself.
Darcy leaned back in his chair, his expression darkening. There were still unanswered questions.
He wasn’t sure if in the past someone had put the man up to it or provided him with an opportunity to get his hands on Ilyas.
He could not be certain.
For now, he refrained from direct involvement. Instead, he forwarded the information to the small team assembled by Clyde, individuals tasked with ensuring Micah’s safety.
Only then did he allow himself a moment of stillness.
His gaze shifted toward the clock. A thought surfaced.
What were those two doing now? Arguing? Reconciling?
Darcy clicked his tongue softly. Whatever it was, he had no desire to witness it.
He stood, moving toward the bathroom, preparing for rest.
Those two... Were far too much for him to handle.
